C22 Impossible

"Impossible!" Qin Shan nearly erupted in anger but managed to restrain himself.

Tang Ye observed Qin Shan with a teasing gaze and asked, "Why would it be impossible?"

Zhao Tianrun incessantly dabbed at the beads of sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief, resembling a sponge that couldn't quite soak up all the moisture, no matter how much he wiped.

Qin Shan didn't continue